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A01776
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Poëms, by Henry Glapthorn
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Glapthorne, Henry.
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1639
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But oh how I undoe my selfe I now Must pull my Lawrell from my wrinkled Brow And wreath'd in deathfull Cypresse sadly call My Muse to wait upon her Funerall Light thy sick Tapers pensive Muse and come To wait her Death and thine owne Martyrdome For neverbe invok'd to write by mee When hers is writ another Elegie Now in that silent Tenement of Death The Church go sing in a soft Swan-like breath A Requiem to thy memory and there Drowne ev'ry word thou utter'st with a Teare But let them be such Tears as may expresse Not Sorrow but a joyfull Extasis And You dear Sir in whom there doth survive So much of her shee needs must rest alive In your yet bleeding memory You that know How much each tributarie-Grace did owe To her unmatch'd Perfections how that shee Was Vertues Beauties just Epitome How that her Eyes were Sphears in which did move The equall Orbs of Chastitie and Love Her Cheeks two fields of purity where grew The Rose and Lilie mixt i' th' mutuall hue Of Smiles and Blushes how each outward part Did speak the richer lustre of her Heart Her Minds intensive glory When you think Justly on this her Grave no more shall drink Your frequent Tears but fraught with noble Mirth You 'll soon devest your Soul of all that 's Earth About it say 't was justice to transferre From this dull Region such a matchlesse Starre And fix't i' th' Christall Heav'n you 'll then confesse Your constant Love to her appear'd far lesse In Griefe than Joy for sorrow spent for this Her happinesse is envie to her blisse Not charitie t' her memory yet my Verse Shall hang a lasting Hatchment on her Herse My Lawrell deck her Urne in which does lie As much as of Mortalitie could die You Sir who then best knew her perfect Life Ought to rejoyce not grieve for your dead Wife SYLVIA A FRAGMENT AS DAMON thus did ' plaine Behold a Cloud out of the foamie Maine 'Gan to arise and over-looke the Earth Scorning the Sea from whence it took its birth As dull and pond'rous still it mounts up higher With azure Wings as if it meant t' aspire Spight of commanding Natures free Consent To place 'bove Ayr the watry Element Whose vain ambition from his calid Sphear When nimble Fire the chief and supreme Peere Of Elements beheld his servent Ire Increas'd his furie adding Fire to Fire Making him hotter than the eighth degree Which is prescrib'd him by Philosophie And calling to his accident the Heat That by him sate upon a brazen Seat Which 〈◊〉 like Aetna when Typâ—â—us breath Threatens to blow up the Sicilian earth He bad him quell that over-daring Foe Who still made hast to his own overthrow Heat strait obayd and wrapping up in Smoke His horrid Flames a speedy passage took Into the fierie Regions and with force Of rayes more ardent than the Suns bright Horse When they ore-turn'd their Masters purple Carr And drownd in Po the ventrous Waggoner Drew up the willing Cloud that striv'd to flie With Icarus to its owne Tragedie Just as a Load-starre whose attracting force Does cause the Iron leave its native Course And mount to it so did Heats pow'rful might Inforce the following Cloud till it had quite Pass'd the first Kingdome and was upward gone Into the pure Ayrs middle Region Then back with speed the Heat gan homeward fare And left the Cloud to th' mercy of the Ayre Whose subtle bodie being light and drie Could not indure the Clouds moist qualitie Clouds and all heavie Meteors Rain and Snow Haile and the like are Bodies mixt that grow Out of the Earth and watry Element Which by their nature pond'rous still are bent Down to the Center but the Ayre and Fire Of more pure substance seek to force them higher Towards the Sphear that in their downfall thence They may triumph and shew their Eminence Over those dullerbodies but the natures Of these two grosse yet fully simple Creatures Will not permit ascension they attract Therefore these Meteors upwards which compact Of humid Vapours needs must seek to bow Downwards again Our Cloud then which was now Left by its hot Conductor straight was cast By the inraged Ayr with greater hast To kisse the Center than a Parthian Bow Can shoot an Arrow or a Morter throw Deathfull Granado's in its way it strook Upon the Firmament and there b'ing broke Its wat'ry substance did obscure the Plaine And gawdie Heaven with Clouds which sought again To joyn in one and fill the buxome Ayre Just as you 've seen a Painter on a faire White Table drop some little spots of Black Which running here and there at length does make One Colour in the Grownd-work or as when Two num'rous Hosts of wel-resolved men Meet in the Field and with the murd'rous Smoak Of their Death-sending Muskets strive to choak Their bloody facts from view of lightsome day The Sulphure flying many a sev'rall way At last does meer and dim the Christall Sky So did this Cloud now many by and by One Cloud agen which when the Rose-cheek'd Sun Who had but halfe his daily labour run Saw from his shining Chariot on hee speeds Driving amain his Nectar-glutted Steeds Through the dark Welkin now he 'gins to call On Pirois now on Aethon then le ts fall His angry Whip upon their sweaty backs Now pulls the Raines hard which again he slacks That they might have more free and open Course T' expell the Cloud which scorning the Suns force With pitchie mists did so obscure his light That day seem'd turn'd into Cimmerian Night Then straight the Cloud out of its watrie Store Showr'd as if godly Pyrrhus age once more Had been approaching when blew Proteus drave His flocks to see the Mountains Fishes clave Unto the Elmes before a noted seat For harmlesse Turtles All the Winds did meet In hostile opposition Auster fought With Lybs and he with Boreas who from out His rapid throat cast gusts and did display His wings as wide as when Orythia Was by him ravisht Thunder from the Skie Like to lovd musick made a Harmonie With the Winds whistling shrilnesse Seas did roare Rising in frothie Mountains that the Shore Trembled for feare lest the impetuous Waves Should passe their Limits and become the Graves To the adjoyning Meadowes And our Swaine Damon who erst in Tears began to plaine His Kala's losse now let that salt dew fall To solemnize his poor Flocks Funerall For loe big-swelling with the late-falne Raine Tyber broke ore his Banks and ran amaine Into the Meadowes where our Shepheards kept Their Woolly Charge which presently was swept Down by the greedy River as wee see A Towne beleagur'd by its Enemie When by an on-slaught 't is surpriz'd and tane Both old and young are by the Martiall Traine Of the Victorious Souldiers murdred so Dealt the inraged River to and fro It ran and bore down all the tender Lambs That then were sucking of their milkie Dams
of the greener Bay Dipping my Pen in tears what ere it be That I would write it proves an Elegie You must expell this Sadnesse You whose light Eclipses that pale Virgin of the Night The solitary Moon whose every Ray Transcends the clearest lustre of the Day You in whose eyes sit flames which can beget Themselves a living Spheer in every Wit You that are All Women can be and more Than Youth and Beauty ere disclos'd before Who doe resemble Heav'n so neer You 'd want Onely the Name not Nature of a Saint You with a smile can like the West-wind bring An unexpected Summer on the Spring And with one Beame or comfortable Glance Ravish my soule into so high a trance That Your bright Head shall hit the Stars and flie To Heaven o' th' swift wings of my Poesie While I with equall feare and hope possest Tender my Heart your Sacrifie and rest Your Servant To Lucinda He being in Prison REceive these lines from your imprison'd Friend As the last Farewell which his hand must send To greet your Eyes from which mine borrow'd light To guide my wandring Fancie to the sight Of Mortals wonder in your Essence Love First darted Raies from those bright Stars to move Me to admire your Beautie But agen To make old Nature proud as when my Pen Flowd with mellifluous Epithites to show The glorious shape shee fully did bestow On your unequal'd Frame To say your haire Are nets of Gold whose Tramels might insnare The King of gods or that your Iv'rie brests Are Balls of Camphire sweeter than the nests Where the Arabian Phenix does desire To burne her selfe as I have done in fire More precious than her Funerall flames would add New griefs so powerfull as would force mee mad Were I of stronger temper Since I 've lost Those rarities bought with the pricelesse Cost Of my unvalued Libertie which now I must forgoe for ever from the Vow You made before the Hierarchie of Heaven Which now I summon witnesses how even My Love has been I free you If you heare That wilfully I perish'd one poor teare I aske no more shed and my Soule when Death Has robd my carcasse of its loathed breath Shall pray that you hereafter may possesse A Friend that lov'd your Memorie no lesse Than I who spight of Fortune will be blest That once I was term'd Yours though now I rest Forsaken To Lucinda revolted from him 'T Was I who made thee Beauteous before You might have sate regardlesse at your dore Or past the Streets as other Women doe Without salutes or being congee'd to When now each eye that sees thee does admire To view a mortall Creature to aspire So neer the Heav'nly Essence every tongue Since I set out thy Excellence among Men of ingenuous Spirits strives to raise Thy Name beyond the name of Praise Nature did well I must confesse to frame Thee of her choisest Matter for the same You stand indebted to her and 't is fit You should acknowledge thankfulnesse for it The Orient Pearl new taken from the shell Though 't be as precious in it self to sell Cannot so fitting and commodious bee As when 't is polishd by a Lapidarie The glistring Diamond shines not to the sight Till by the Mill and Cutter 't is made bright You had as much implicite Beautie true As now you have when first I did you view But like a Diamond clouded ore with Drosse It gave small lustre cause unknown it was I polish'd it by giving it a Name Beautie 's regardlesse till adorn'd by Fame But Oh the Faith of Women Can there be Evasions found for such Apostacie As is in you What Penance can abridge Such an Impietie such dire Sacriledge 'Gainst Love's imperiall Godhead to resist Contemn his Orgies which by me his Priest He did enjoyn by his own powerfull Name You should observe with a religious Flame And you had vow'd to do it swore that I Should offer up to his great Deitie Your heart which Love himselfe would not despise But beg for such a welcome Sacrifice More precious than the sweet Panchayan Gumms The Phoenix Pile or fuming Hecatombs But as a vapour which the flatt'ring Sun Attracts to th' pure Ayrs middle Region Under pretence to give a new Starre birth And throwes a fading Meteor to the Earth So fell your Heart from Love's unspotted Throne By your intemp'rate violation Of Vows to me in which if you persist Mercie will blot you from her candid List As a prodigious Monster and firme Truth Blush at a perjurie so black in Youth So white as yours at which the Rose-cheek'd Morne Might once have borrow'd lustre and unshorne Apollo brightnesse Oh! why should there rest Such falshood such unkindnesse in a Brest Whose superficiall figure does outgoe In whitnesse Lillies or untrodden Snow Ingratefull Woman what unborne offence Can give a specious Shadow a Pretence To thy unhallow'd falshood what strange Cause Thy suddain change this alteration drawes Perhaps now I have set thy Beautie forth With all the Attributes expressing Worth That when I did but speak of thee or write Fancie and Love daunc'd in each Epithite Some other Suitor who to please your eares Purchases Raptures which his dull brain bears As Parrots what is taught them who can speak But by tradition has surpriz'd your weak Imagination and does proudly boast In gaining that which me most labour cost Or else perhaps your over-curious eye Has spy'd some new unknown deformitie In me or 't may be possible you think Which is most likely that the Muses drink Is quite exhausted that my wearie Quill Wants moisture to explain your Praises still In that full way that over-liberall strain My Genius us'd at first your Love to gain If this be it I 'll fill the Daphnean Quire With a fresh Chaunter snatch bright Phaebus Lyre From his swift Fingers and once more rehearse Thy worth in such a strange mellifluous Verse That sweet Propertius shall his Cynthia tell Thy Praises do her Lustre far excell Gabius shall weep that his Lycoris name Is now surpass'd by thy immortall Fame And my great Master Ovid shall confesse Corynna's shining Beautie to be lesse Than thine since he for his Corynna's sake Did only three Books of Loves choice Art make But I for thine will such Conceits devise That after no Invention shall arise Yeeld then and let us ryot in the Sweets That in Youth Love and glorious Beauty meets That all the gods may envie to behold Us over-doe their Fables Dana's Gold Be counted Drosse and Laeda's Swan appear Black as a Crow when whiter Thou art there First shall my Lips with an unvalued Kisse Suck from those fragrant Mountainets of blisse Thy melting Lips more sweetnesse than the Bees Extract from Roses or Hyblaean Trees When to the Ayr their tender wings they yeeld And with their mouths depopulate the field And then descending to thy Iv'rie Neck My wandring Fancie shall my dull Lips check That they